#rebornmischief

The earthquakes at Cotes were a nuisance, but his balance was good- so he didn’t worry about them at all. Only a minor annoyance, none of it really stood in his way as he searched the ward.

That is, until a particularly bad tremor is strong enough to nearly knock him off his feet. The buildings shook, and he was certain that at least one of them would break apart and fall over.

And someone, around Jon’s size, was standing directly under them.

Without thinking, he ran over and lifted the boy up- swiftly taking both of them a way from that dangerous place.

   TIME HAS LEFT ITS MARK ON THE GOLDEN SON OF ODIN. Loss. Failure. Pain. Guilt. He wears that weight impossibly, and it drags upon broad shoulders. He walks heavily, like he’s anchored to the very earth; he wears clothes that of earth, not KINGLY but rather speaking much of hard work and hands made weary by labor rather than the handle of a hammer.

   They do not often have visitors these days. Oh, they did at first: mortals wishing to look in upon what they imagined would be the MAJESTY of Asgard. They quickly grew bored, and for the most part they have been left alone aside from the odd shipment or trade.

Jon whined and tried to disappear into his hoodie. He was looking for advice, because he felt like he was going to explode every time he was around his friend.

“It’s- he’s- I!” He can barely speak, blushing bright red. “He’s... pretty! And funny and cool and he’s so carefree but honest!” He forced himself to take a deep breath, then reached into his pocket and fished out his phone, trying to find a picture of the two of them. 

“H-his name is Loki.” Even saying his name makes his mouth go dry. Shyly, he holds out the photo of the boy. “I like carrying him around and telling him he’s pretty, and being close to him.” 

His voice gets soft as he talks about some of the other things. “He’s... a good kid. Very magical.” Literally. “He reminds me of another friend, but I just.... I really like him. Like... like him. Thinking about him makes me wanna sing and float...” Literally but hopefully Jervis would just assume he was being poetic. “I get all... giddy and nervous around him. I don’t wanna kiss him though! I absolutely don’t wanna kiss him! Kissing is gross!”

It felt important to say that.

Well, if Jon was going to pull himself out of this hole that he had found himself in, he might as well start leaving his house more often. Tonight was a perfect time, it was an eclipse, and people would be needing help. He threw on his uniform, which had been repaired and altered by Battler. He hadn’t worn it since then, so it was interesting to finally see how he looked in it. 

“Well. Hopefully I don’t look too weird.” He mumbled, then forced himself to leave the house, heading straight for the city center. That’s where everyone tended to be dropped. He spotted a kid in unusual clothes, and approached him carefully.